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‘No, no,’ Khalid interrupted. ‘You are to let them into the funeral.’

‘Absolutely not,’ Ethan stated. ‘We are not turning Jobe’s send-off into a Vegas show.’

‘Ethan, I thought you invited me here for advice.’

‘Yes, but—’

‘Do you want a scene outside with the cameras where you have no control?’

‘Of course not.’

‘Then add these women to the guest list. If they arrive, have security watch them and my detail shall keep an eye out too. You focus on saying farewell to your father. And remember, if any of them do turn up it might just be to pay their respects. No one should be denied that chance.’

‘No.’ Ethan let out a long breath, but it hitched when Khalid spoke on.

‘If they are at the funeral they are to be invited back to the private wake.’

‘No way! That really is just for family and close friends.’

‘You don’t need me to tell you to keep your enemies close, Ethan.’

‘And risk his wake being turned into a circus?’ Ethan gave a shake of his head, but he knew Khalid well enough to know that he never offered rash advice and so, rather wearily he nodded. ‘I’ll speak to Abe.’

‘This will all be sorted,’ Khalid reassured him. ‘Your father might have had some secrets, but he was inherently a good man.’

‘I know.’ Ethan nodded. ‘Look, thanks for being here. It would have meant an awful lot to Jobe.’

‘Your father meant a lot to me,’ Khalid said.

With that out of the way, they went through the details for the next day. Khalid’s royal title had been omitted from the order of service at his own request.

‘You’re sure about that?’ Ethan checked, as Khalid stood to leave.

‘Absolutely. That was always the best thing about being here,’ Khalid admitted to Ethan. ‘I wasn’t treated as a prince, or next in line to be King. Here I was just Khalid.’ He grew serious then. ‘Tomorrow you are to focus on remembering your father. Any problems are now mine to deal with.’

Ethan gave a grateful nod, for he knew that Khalid would take care of things.

As formidable as he was to outsiders, Khalid looked after his own.

‘What about you, Khalid?’ Ethan asked as he walked him out of the study.

‘What about me?’

Khalid frowned.

‘If everyone has a shadow side, what’s yours?’

‘You really don’t expect me to answer that, do you?’ Khalid said, and opened the door.

Of course not.

For no one really knew Khalid.

Here the press described him as a playboy, but that was inaccurate for he did not play.

At anything.

His emotions were always kept strictly in check and he allowed no one close to him, even in bed.

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